MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

The moment the copy completed—

A terrifying energy storm erupted through Lynn's body.

Not merely stronger than before.

Stronger by an entirely different order of magnitude.

The combined power gained previously from Thor and Wolverine felt insignificant before the newly integrated Kryptonian physiology.

Every cell inside Lynn's body underwent violent restructuring.

Bones compressed and evolved toward impossible density.

Muscle fibers reorganized into higher-dimensional biological structures.

His bloodstream itself radiated scorching heat like liquid sunlight.

Even buried hundreds of meters underground—

Deep beneath the fortress—

Lynn could still sense weak traces of solar radiation penetrating layers of concrete and earth.

And every Kryptonian cell inside him absorbed that radiation greedily.

Violently.

Instinctively.

A powerful urge suddenly emerged from deep within his body.

The instinct to escape gravity itself.

To rise.

To move toward the sun.

Lynn's eyes narrowed immediately.

S-Rank Iron Will activated fully.

Battlefield Domain expanded inward simultaneously.

Two layers of absolute control forcibly suppressed the newly awakened Kryptonian instincts.

The faint levitation beginning beneath his feet stopped instantly.

Externally—

He remained perfectly calm.

Lynn slowly removed the surgical gloves stained with Superman's blue blood and tossed them gently into the tray beside him.

On the operating platform—

Superman finally opened his eyes weakly.

The bright blue eyes carried exhaustion.

Confusion.

And genuine gratitude.

"Thank you…"

Clark Kent's voice sounded weak but sincere.

But Lynn did not respond like a compassionate doctor.

He didn't even look toward Superman.

Instead—

He turned calmly toward Bruce Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne."

"The surgery is complete."

"The fragments have been removed."

"The patient survived."

"Now fulfill your side of the agreement."

The underground fortress became silent instantly.

Lynn's voice remained cold and completely transactional.

"I require the full foundational architecture access for the Justice League satellite systems and Wayne Network infrastructure."

"No temporary permissions."

"No observer access."

"I want root-level administrator architecture."

Then his gaze sharpened faintly.

"And if you refuse…"

"Or tamper with the code…"

"The next time a kryptonite weapon ruptures his heart…"

A slight pause.

"You may attempt the surgery personally."

"Or simply watch him die."

A naked threat.

Even the surrounding Justice League members stiffened slightly.

Wonder Woman's eyes blazed with anger again.

This mortal doctor had just openly blackmailed Batman directly in front of the League.

Yet this time—

No one interrupted.

Because every person inside the fortress understood the same reality now:

Lynn possessed the qualifications to make that threat.

Batman remained silent for several seconds.

Then—

Without argument—

Bruce removed a miniature black storage device from the utility compartment of his belt.

The device carried no markings.

No labels.

But everyone present understood its value.

It contained the foundation of Batman's global surveillance architecture.

The hidden infrastructure beneath the Justice League itself.

Decades of secrets.

Contingency systems.

Security backdoors.

Bruce personally walked forward and handed the device to Lynn.

Lynn accepted it immediately without hesitation.

Then placed it calmly into the pocket of the white coat.

The transaction completed.

Under the eyes of the Justice League—

The doctor from New York walked away carrying enough information to threaten nearly every power structure on Earth.

…

What Lynn did not know—

Was that the instant he acquired administrator-level access authority—

Another intelligence elsewhere on Earth noticed it immediately.

A hidden mind equal to Batman in danger and calculation.

Watching silently from the shadows.

…

New York.

Miracle Clinic.

By the time Lynn returned—

Dawn had already begun illuminating the skyline.

He stepped from the Batwing calmly and entered the heavily reinforced basement beneath the clinic directly.

Then sealed every entrance personally.

He required uninterrupted time.

Time to process the greatest harvest obtained since arriving in this world.

Lynn sat cross-legged silently in the center of the basement.

Then completely immersed his consciousness inward.

Toward the Kryptonian physiology now integrated at fifty percent completion.

Boom—!!!

Pain detonated instantly.

Far more violent than previous integrations.

This time—

Even the soul itself seemed to tear apart.

Kryptonian biology rewrote everything fundamentally.

Bones shattered and regenerated repeatedly under new physical laws.

Their density surpassed all known terrestrial materials continuously.

Muscle fibers tempered themselves repeatedly beneath golden solar energy.

Flexible as spider silk.

Yet tougher than vibranium alloys.

Nervous system.

Organs.

Blood.

Everything evolved rapidly toward higher-order life.

Time lost all meaning.

Eventually—

Lynn opened his eyes slowly.

And realized the world itself had changed.

Deep within his pupils—

A faint crimson glow flickered momentarily.

Weak Heat Vision.

Unlocked.

He didn't even consciously activate it.

With a simple thought—

His body slowly rose from the basement floor.

Gravity no longer possessed complete authority over him.

Weak Bioelectric Flight.

Unlocked.

Lynn floated silently in the air while analyzing himself calmly.

At this moment—

All previous abilities had layered atop the incomplete Kryptonian Physique simultaneously.

Undying Body.

Asgardian Physique.

Battlefield Domain.

Iron Will.

Superhuman Physiology.

Everything now existed within a Kryptonian foundation.

Lynn reached a simple conclusion immediately.

Even without armor.

Without weapons.

Without external support—

If he stood motionless and allowed a tactical nuclear missile to strike him directly—

The result would likely be:

Minor injuries.

Followed by complete regeneration within seconds.

A humanoid strategic weapon.

Yet Lynn felt no satisfaction.

Because he understood a deeper truth clearly.

His current strength remained fragmented.

Everything he possessed had originated from others.

Kryptonians.

Asgardians.

Mutants.

Super-soldiers.

Countless copied powers forced together without true unity.

Against cosmic-level entities—

Thanos wielding the Infinity Gauntlet.

Or Darkseid's Omega Effect—

His current defensive level still remained insufficient.

He needed complete integration.

One ultimate ability surpassing every copied power entirely.

Something uniquely his own.

But achieving that would require enormous reputation accumulation.

And the correct opportunity.

Just as Lynn began planning the next stage of growth—

"Ding-dong—"

The clinic doorbell rang suddenly upstairs.

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